Janus stood a little apart, unsure of where to stand, he had been part of the guild for less than a week. Returning from a job to this, he hadn't even had time to change out of his combat clothes, dressed in a dark, hard leather shirt and lightly plated trousers he kept his head bowed, his white hair plastered to his face from the rain. he wasn't sure what to feel, he knew these people, but hadn't known them as friends, let alone guildmates, he knew the master though, and felt for that loss. now his mind drifted a little, worried about what the others would think, he was stressing out over the fact he'd not had time to change in to something more fitting than a combat outfit, hence why he stood apart, unable to feel one with the crowd. he glanced down his own guild mark was set high on the left shoulder blade, a image of it mirrored on the chest of his light armor. he looked at it for a long while. 

Then Natsu began to read the note. Silently, within the privacy of his own head Janus began to recite a thousand year old song, one which detailed the greatest deeds of warriors through the ages, everyone would have there own version if they heard it, each with the people they knew. some still told the song, Skalds if you will, people who told the deeds of the greatest and most powerful warriors ever to live, and those within it were forever immortalized, you shared the song, added to it, took parts of others songs. he took his time to put in parts from what he knew about his fallen comrades, making sure to commit it to memory. he would tell his song and they would live on with it. 
He finished is own silent dedication to the fallen and looked up, seeing others vote for the new guildmaster. seeing at this point the vote was almost over and his choices would not swing it either way he shook his head, still not speaking for fear of what would be said to him in rebuke, indicating he did not wish to vote. 

Looking around at his fellow guildmembers he looked a little worried, with the etherion still on the lose, the magic council without much of its power, and the loyal guilds under threat from the increasing liberties taken by dark guilds this loss of several of the strongest members was a bleak result for the guild. Janus looked worried more than sorrowful now, silently trying to total up the full power of the guild, no matter which way he twisted the numbers or gauged the strength of his guild members they were still woefully depleted, if not utterly destroyed.